First Love

"But I have this against you, that you have left your first love." Rev. 2:4

At first there was the walk in the garden
the wonderful cool grass and laughter
laughter as we ran and sat and whispered
everything was new and fresh and wonderful
The first spring together there was wonder
wonder at each new bud, each flower
Ever color was alive and you held my hand
And I drank it all in a heavy liqueur drink
And I eat full of the wonders and lust of life
felt my head giddy with that drink
my stomach full yet there was still more

but then there was darkness, or a vale
something came down slowly, hardly felt
till suddenly I was no longer yours
you were no longer mine
the world held more sway
and really drink and food fill me now
colors are ordinary, normal, the same
And spring comes a grateful relief from Winter
but hold little of its passed wonder
where are you my love? why are you gone?
Why is the darkness of my soul
hiding your light from me?
let me come to the garden and find you
find you in the cool shade, laughing.